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reef the lost cauze - a tale of two parties lyrics

[intro] [reef talking]:
{phone ringing} party at john’s house tonight. sh-t’s going to be f-ckin’ insane. b-tches…f-ckin’ they got kegs, nitrous, come!

[verse one]:
it go weed, c0ke, drank, molly
lonnie had shots being taken off her body
dj rock and everybody sing along
bro dudes in the yard goin’ hard on beer pong
she a thong showin’
big blunt smokin’
billy feel sick sittin’ by the window open
now chunks blowin’, had too much jaeger
hipsters actin’ cool like the posin’ for the fader
in the kitchen listen’ to a couple not jellin’
his girl got jealous now they both mad yellin’
she starts cryin’ wantin’ to know where the stairs at
her sister’s in the bathroom gettin’ f-cked bareback
tommy lookin’ at her like, “i’m bangin’ a wh0r-”
a line starts to form, they bangin’ at the door
the next door neighbor dare sleep now he is p-ssed
hangin’ out the window, shakin’ his fist
girls all dancin’ shakin’ their hips
a fight broke out, some guy’s breakin’ his fist
40 bottles crushed and thrown off the roof
shots in the living room we all say “salute”
the ground covered with blunt guts, beer and puke
cops pulled up so we had to flew the coup
this is house party sh-t, this is the life
wake up next morning, like what happened last night?

[reef talking]:
yo, yo, that was cool and sh-t but yo. there’s this new club that’s opening and sh-t, it’s like…$50 cover, nahmsayin’, $40 a drink but the sh-t is f-ckin’ crazy. mad b-tches son, come with me, i.m telling you we’ll have fun, but…you can’t wear that yo. you got a suit? you got like some gators or somethin’?

[verse two]:
there’s another party goin’ on right up the street
but to get in you can’t wear your hat or sneaks
the bouncer’s a f-ggot the doorman’s a geek
the make you wait in line for what feels like a week
you get to the front, bouncer says it’s filled
plus you aren’t dressed to impress nor k!ll
so he says you can’t get in and now you feel ill
but then he says, “yo, slip me a $20 bill.”
you grudgingly oblige and slide inside
only to find, nothing but the deaf, dumb and blind
outrageous weaves, gators and frost minks
shawty won’t speak to you unless you bought drinks
she’s with her crew, their att-tude it stinks
stank, they want men with bank, not men who think
n-ggas ice grillin’, don’t look away or blink
bathroom attendants, said it cost to use the sink
leave him a tip for handing you a towel?
i told him “i owe you” like i don’t have a vowel
came out to someone screamin’ mad loud
oh wow, now they bustin’ shots in the crowd
all h-ll broken loose, cops swarm like they’re in juice
but y’all wasn’t gonna let me and him in for wearin’ a pair of boots?!

[reef talking]:
f-ck y’all! this sh-t is f-ckin’ terrible, man i’m gettin’ the f-ck outta here. this is the tale of two parties yo. 18 verse 30 yanamsayin’? young, reckless, dumb, d-ckhead, house party, havin’ fun sh-t. verse payin’ $500 just to go out and stand around a bunch of booshie, stuck up motherf-ckers man. f-ck every club in this city that make motherf-ckers take off they nikes. f-ck every club in this city that make motherf-ckers take off they hats. f-ck every club in this city that charge a cover to get in your bullsh-t club, you don’t get nothin’ with that cover, but to stand there cramped with a bunch of clown motherf-ckers. you gotta wait in line for three hours to get a f-ckin’ drink. you gotta wait in line for three hours to use the bathroom. maaaaaan. sh-t ain’t the same no more man. i remember being young in college, man i may be a young guy, man we would just f-ckin’ chill with our friends and have a good time. now…going out man require so much energy man, so much f-ckin’ bullsh-t. n-ggas gotta wear a suit to f-ckin’ drink. a suit?! get the f-ck outta here with that sh-t man. the thing about it is though…either way…the goal is to get f-cked up. so however you gotta do that sh-t. whether it’s gettin’ high at home or chillin’ with your boys man. do that. cause this going out sh-t is gettin’g played out in 2012. i’m 30 years old man, i can’t f-ck with this sh-t no more. i’mma end up murdering a bouncer or some sh-t man. stabbing a doorman in the f-cking neck with his pen. beat him to death with his clipboard. why y’all have a clipboard? you can’t remember who the f-ck’s on the list? is it that many motherf-ckers you gotta stand there with a f-ckin’ clipboard? this ain’t new york motherf-cker this is philly. what the f-ck y’all got a velvet rope for man? i’ll kick that sh-t the f-ck over. we don’t do that sh-t man. f-ck that. i’m about to go to motherf-ckin’ broad street diner, steak and eggs, go the f-ck home. this night is over my n-gga

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